4. TOO LATE
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4.Daisy's POV
"Listen Miss, you called us and we have substantial evidence to the effect." The officer said.
"Excuse me? You just said you found me bleeding in the bathroom. So, are you trying to insinuate that somehow when I was dying, I called you guys to come find me?" I demanded.
"Well, it is no new deal, you are trying to make a comeback. Your career was ridiculed and you thought that if you have the headline of an attempted suicide, the populace would feel pity for you and bring you back." The deputy said.
"What? I'm telling you I didn't and there was someone in the bathroom with me!" I insisted.
"Do you recognize this person?" The first officer asked.
"I was in a daze and I just felt his presence. He was wearing some kind of hoodie but I blacked out before I could make anything out of his face." I said.
The deputy scoffed.
"That's it. That's your s********e hooded dude in your apartment, right? Really narrows it down."
"Yes and he probably called you guys or something." I said.
"Wait, ma'am. You live on the last floor, am I correct?" He asked me.
"Yes." I said.
"And the only way into and out of your apartment is through your door?" He asked.
"Yes." I responded already imagining where this was headed.
"And we received a phone call from you and upon arrival, the door was locked and you were in the bathroom. No presence at all." He said.
"It wasn't me. Wait, would I call you and then attempt to kill myself? What if I died? Would it be worth it?" I asked him, locking gazes.
God, I hated this man!
"Here's what I think happened. You were desperate for a comeback, called us in, went back to the bathroom and as soon as you heard the sirens, you cut yourself enough for us to find you before you bleed out. Knowing you would be saved and then miraculously, you are back at the peak of your career but guess what, I run with a team of suicide investigators and we have better things doing than mingling with failed actresses!" He said.
"Jerry, that's enough." The first officer said.
"I'm outta here anyways." The deputy said and walked out angrily.
I looked at the remaining officer.
"I didn't make that call." I said.
"Ma'am, we have a phone recording of it. You can swing by the station and have a look. Otherwise, I would advise you to leave acting. Find a nice town in the country and start a new life." He said.
"I..."
"Thanks, officer. We will talk about this." Joy cut in.
"Alright. Have a great day ahead, ladies. Speedy recovery, Miss." He said and walked out.
I turned to look at Joy who was staring at me like a mother about to s***k her twelve year old.
"I still had something to say." I pointed out.
"Alright, Daisy, I have heard everything and enough but this isn't the way. You can make your comeback in a more eligible way. Just not this." She said,
"Even you too? You don't believe me?" I asked her.
"I'm trying to but....come on! Even you yourself know that's impossible." She said to me,
"When do I get discharged?" I demanded softly.
"You need to rest and..." She was saying.
"Just find out when I get discharged!" I yelled.
"Fine. Easy. I'll check with the doctors. Just stay here." She said and walked out.
I was pissed right now and hurt. I knew exactly what I saw.
I could recall that sharp pain when I cut myself and how that wind had gotten really strong as I saw the figure. I had no reason to understand why but deep inside me, I knew I would know him the instant I saw him.
That was when I looked around me and I realized I was wasting time. The police taught me to be a liar and I was going to prove to them all that they are the liars not me.
My eyes fell on the IV hooked to me and I pulled it off me. Joy's coat was still there, hence, I grabbed it and wore it over the hospital pajamas. I started walking away briskly, looking around like I was being followed.
After successfully maneuvering my way around, I caught sight of the elevator and ran towards it, brushing against the hard body of a man who I did not stop to apologize to.
Soon, I was on my way home, more determined than ever to call out the cops for being incompetent liars, especially the deputy, whatever his name was.
"Miss, your payment!" The Taxi driver said to me as I got off and I realized I had no money.
There had to be money somewhere as I ran my hands through my clothes and pocket. It was then his eyes fell on my hospital robe and he looked shocked. Obviously thinking he had carried a mad woman at this point, so I pushed the act a little as I picked up a piece of ruffled paper and handed it to him.
"Money!!!" I exclaimed, smiling as weirdly as possible.
"You're crazy." He said and drove off.
I left off a sigh now as shame washed over me and made me feel a little sad. I turned around to go into my apartment when I saw him. He was right there watching me. I have no idea but I just knew it.
Was it because of the odd costume he was wearing or the fact he carried a scythe?
"You!!!" I yelled at him as I ran towards him.
The moment he noticed I was coming, he turned away briskly and started off. First a couple of quick steps and then, he broke into a run which confirmed my fears that he knew me.
"Stop that man on black!!!" I yelled after him but everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
Damn this hospital robe, it was obviously downgrading me.
People kept staring and each time I pointed, they stared ahead like they could not see the man in the costume.
He just turned through alleys and I tried my very best to keep up when I saw him crossing the road ahead.
I was going to lose him, which was not allowed. That was when I dove into the road just to catch him quickly when I heard it as loud as possible. It was a horn.
'Brrrrrrrrrr'
That instant I froze as I turned to see the driver of the very huge tanker struggling with his steering wheel with an obvious look on his face...
'IT WAS TOO LATE.’
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